When passion's lost and all the trust is gone
Way too far, for way too long
Children crying, cast out and neglected
Only in a world so cold, only in a world this cold
Hold the hand of your best friend,
Look into their eyes and watch them drift away
Some might say, we've done the wrong things
For way too long, for way too long

Fever inside the storm
So I'm turning away
Away from the name
(calling your names)
Away from the stones
(throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us

Keep your thorns
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games
(fucking head games)
Away from the space
(hate this head space)
The circumstances of a world so cold

Burning whispers, remind me of the days
I was left alone, in a world this cold
Guilty of the same things, provoked by the cause
I've left alone, in a world so cold
Fever inside the storm
So I'm turning away
Away from the name
(calling your names)
Away from the stones
(throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us

Keep your thorns,
'Cause I'm running away
Away from the games
(fucking head games)
Away from the space
(hate this head space)
The circumstances of a world so cold

I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the names
(calling your names)
Away from the games
(fucking head games)
The circumstances of a world so cold

Why does everyone feel like my enemy
Don't want any part of depression or darkness, I've had enough
Sick and tired, bring the sun, or I'm gone, or I'm gone

I'm backing out, I'm no pawn,
No mother-fucking slave to this
Never lied
Never left
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being me, or anyone else
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything

Backing out, giving up, no mother-fucking slave to this
Never lied
Never left
Never lived
Never loved
Never lost
Never hurt
Never worry about being me, or anyone else
Not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything

I need to find a darkened corner
A lightless corner
Where it's safer and calmer

I'm turning away
Away from the name
(calling your names)
Away from the stones
(throw sticks and stones)
'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us

I'm running away,
Away from the games
(fucking head games)
Away from the space
(hate this head space)
The circumstances of a world so cold

I'm flying, I'm flying away
Away from the names
(calling your names)
Away from the games
(fucking head games)
The circumstances of a world so cold

Writer : M. MCDONOUGH, G. TRIBBETT, R. MARTINIE, C. GRAY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group